Losing someone you love makes life tasteless, colorless, and all its colors fade to black. Departures alone can shatter the vibrant boxes of colors you tried to gather every day to brighten someone's life. When they leave, you end up amidst the wreckage, where all colors converge, turning your life into a deep dark black. You remain among the living, but your heart seems unjust, dwelling within you and beating for the departed. Their memories destroy what days you have left. It's not enough for them that they took parts of us with them; they do not know that our hearts beat for them, and we have been dead inside since their departure.